"they think I'm crazy? Well, I better live up to my expectations right?"

Motown, the city of bright lights and fast cars. Everyone who's anybody would die to live here in the city. Of course ,well it is 1998. The year that changed my life forever. Mainly, because I met the sweetest, most passionate guy ever. He goes by Chres , but his birth name is Chresanto. Was he a player? Nah, not his style, he's a one gal type of guy. He stood about 5'8,muscular strong arms, a goofy die hard smile, high cheek bones, olive mocha colored, broad shoulders,and eyes that I could stare into all day. He was a boxer at the Ring down at Gratioit Ave and worked weekdays at the Dairy Queen down the street from it. I'd see him everyday from where I worked, which was Anne's Bakery. Since I couldn't have a boyfriend ,I'd always have to sneak around and lie a lot to see him.It was all worth it in the down fall though. It wasn't all peachy peach either though. No way, worst than that. My parents were stuck up and wealthy. They didn't let me date someone with this type of background but little did they know who their daughter really was.

Chresanto is the biggest Con-man/Drug Dealer in the state of California. He take nothing from nobody and he fights for his loved ones. Mostly his girlfriend Aurryana Lowe. He loved her because she saw him for him and not someone heartless and crazy. They were always together. Jacob's new on the block and has no idea who Chresanto is. Jacob knows nothing of Chresanto's bad deeds and doesnt want to know, but Chresanto has something else in mind and Aurryans doesnt like it.

●Sneak Peek● "What the fuck are you doing here?!" I whisper yelled at her. "Baby. I told you I would come back for you." She said "Listen, what we did w-" "Chresanto don't deny it. You enjoyed it." "No. No I didn't. Please just leave me alone." I said "Chresanto, just be with me again!" She yelled "Shut the fu-" I got cut off by him coming downstairs "Chres?"

"What do you mean by Celestial?" You could call us the oldest comic book heroes of all time because we're rad as shit. Or go and describe us to things that have to do with the heavens, angels, spirits, stars, and shit. If you're into that. Well, whatever you may call us, it would be between the lines of awesome and weird as fuck. Chrelijah

An emulsion of reality and fantasy. Who's to know which is which? In the fabric of time, space and imagination who's to say that our reality isn't just a mere dream? What happens when we wake up?

"You make it so hard for me." I sigh and she looks at me with those slanted ebony eyes of hers. "Nothing comes easy, Jacob." Only time has pinned us here. Pinned inside a physical, physical atmosphere. You've been under water from all your fears, you've drowned in the air and learned how to breathe again. Then the minute minotaurs have chased you oh so far. And the labyrinth of lies-you have thought you were so far behind You but you are gonna make it through. Under my feet I see the clouds fight the feeling of looking down. I heard your call and I'm walking out eye to I, help me fight the feeling of drowning in my own demise. -Kiara Lanier- Eye to I.

infatuation vs love Infatuation is the state of being completely carried away by unreasoning passion or love; addictive love. Infatuation usually occurs at the beginning of relationship when sexual attraction is central. Love can be described as feeling of intense affection for another person. Preface: Jacob , I want her. Antoinette Sharel August.Her Brown golden skin, which shines in the sun. The way her dark red hair blows in the wind. Her dark brown eyes and her gorgeous smile. The dimples that's on her cheeks and lower back. Her curves and round butt in those jeans. Her laugh makes me wince. Her touch penetrates my body. Her personality gives me life. I just want to feel her on my chest. I want touch her waist and pull her close you me. I want her to climax on top of Me. I want my hands to wonder her exotic body. I want to suck on Her pink luscious lips. To grip her round booty with my hands. I want her to scream my name telling me To stop. I want her to tell me her deepest secrets and her worst fears. I want her to cuddle up on Me when it's rains out side. I want to hear her heartbeat match The rhythm of mine. I want us to join hands and be as one. I want her to feel her insides and taste her. I want Antoinette. But No one will fucking understand how much I want her. It's even worst that she doesn't even notice me. She doesn't even notice me. I hate when she flirts with these asshole guys. All they do is use her and treat her like trash. I want Antoinette to be mine. You can call me a stalker, maniac, or even a deranged boy, But I don't care. She's going to be mine. Nothing nor anyone will get in my way of getting Her. She will be mine But Throughout everything... she could never be mine Copyright ©2013-2014 This is Copyright by ©AcidRapShit . Do Not steal my book!. Read Subscribe, and all that good stuff

PreFace: Jacob Perez. 17 I want her. Antoinette Sharel August.Her Brown golden skin, which shines in the sun. The way her dark red hair blows in the wind. Her dark brown eyes and her gorgeous smile. The dimples that’s on her cheeks and lower back. Her curves and round butt in those jeans. Her laugh makes me wince. Her touch penetrates my body. Her personality gives me life. I just want to feel her on my chest. I want touch her waist and pull her close you me. I want her to climax on top of Me. I want my hands to wonder her exotic body. I want to suck on Her pink luscious lips. To grip her round booty with my hands. I want her to scream my name telling me To stop. I want her to tell me her deepest secrets and her worst fears. I want her to cuddle up on Me when it’s rains out side. I want to hear her heartbeat match The rhythm of mine. I want us to join hands and be as one. I want her to feel her insides and taste her. I want Antoinette. But No one will f’ucking understand how much I want her. It’s even worst that she doesn’t like me. She doesn’t even notice me. I ******* hate when she flirts with these a’ssholee guys. All they do is use her and treat her like trash. I want Antoinette to be mine. You can call me a stalker, maniac, or even a deranged boy, But I don’t care. She’s going to be mine. Nothing nor anyone will get in my way of getting Her. She will be mine_